Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 

Priya’s fingers curled lightly around his arm. She wanted to steady herself, to anchor herself in this closeness without letting go entirely. Yet her body was leaning in, responding to him as if it had known all along what she wanted but had simply waited for permission.
 
And then their lips met again.
 
Slow. Soft. Insistent, yet gentle.
Not a rush, not a demand.
A quiet surrender.
 
Priya closed her eyes, tilting her head just slightly. She could feel every curve of him, every subtle movement of his hands along her sides, the way he let the kiss deepen without haste. It was a kiss that carried years of patience, restraint, and finally, release.
 
Ravi’s hands slid to her waist, careful, tentative, memorizing the curve of her body without pushing, without overstepping. Every touch was deliberate, reverent, a conversation without words.
 
She could feel him in every nerve, the memory of their first hesitant touch in her mind, the brush of fingers at the counter, the warmth of hands in the water, all of it converging in this single, impossibly intimate moment.
 
Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, hearts racing but measured. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them; the hum of the fan, the faint steam from the chapatis, the distant sounds of the street, all faded into a quiet focus on each other.
 
Ravi pulled back just slightly, pressing his cheek against hers, kissing her jaw, her temple, the corner of her mouth. Every brush of his lips was a question, a promise, a declaration of something he couldn’t yet speak.
 
Priya’s hands traced his shoulders, her palms memorizing the strength beneath his shirt, the subtle warmth of his skin. Her body leaned into his, instinctively, fully, despite all attempts at composure.
 
And then, when their lips met again, it was longer, deeper, a careful exploration of the closeness they had resisted for so long.
 
She felt her heart open in a way it hadn’t dared before, the caution, the fear, the boundaries, they all seemed distant now, irrelevant compared to the quiet need that filled the space between them.